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Blonde giantess flashes her gat in Times Square…

I wish I could love Times Square the way I used to love it, when it was awash in sleazy gritty appeal. Long gone. Sigh…

It looks glitzy here (50th Street and Broadway this summer of 2017) but it’s oh so “family-friendly.”

What about us solitary souls, us dreamers and wanderers? It’s not so much for us anymore…

One afternoon I had a coffee in an Eighth Avenue food court as I read a lovely crumbling paperback by Jerome Weidman about a young writer getting started in the 1930s…full of colorful dialogue as Weidman depicted the striving of Jewish-American immigrants in the challenging fabric of the big town…

Last weekend I saw how construction had revealed, at 47th and Seventh Avenue, in the heart of Times Square, this old brick front between all the signs and I wondered, what went on in behind those windows back in the day?

I know that in the early 80s, a girlie magazine photographer used to have his studio right around here. I wondered if those perhaps were his windows? Even if they weren’t, it’s a nice thought…

I went to Penn Station earlier this month, eight blocks below Times Square, to catch a train. I had a book with me. As I sat in the waiting room, I saw how some girls had placed their doll companions on their suitcases…

Then I went back to reading a story by John O’Hara about a guy who’s looking for a big card game…he never finds it.

I love John O’Hara’s stories.

In the old days the giant signs in Times Square were called “spectaculars.” I don’t know if they still are, but I think this billboard of Charlize Theron, in her recent movie Atomic Blonde, would qualify for the moniker. Lookit the giantess flash that roscoe! A dangerous doll with a gat.

So I guess there still are things for me to love in Times Square! 😉



Note: you can click on any pic to enlarge it.

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Posted by on August 29, 2017 in New York City, Times Square


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Times Square lipstick and fingernail fetish billboard!

June 2017: Giant stern ladies in Times Square stare down at us mere mortals in all their lipstick fetish and talon-nailed glory! I love it!

Click on the picture for the full effect. This is an ad for a show on TNT.

Now, the only thing better would be something like this on a billboard!!

Goddess Lycia (visit her sites here and here) is one of the most fascinating online dommes and a real favorite of mine. She creates some brilliant and truly addictive audio and video erotica. And yes indeed, the lipstick and fingernail fetishes are two of her prime specialties…among her other virtuoso capabilities to entrance & befuddle the susceptible male mind! 😮


Images of Goddess Lycia are used courtesy of Goddess Lycia and are ©Goddess Lycia.


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I met a giant ballerina in Rockefeller Center…

Late May 2017. I went to run an errand at Rockefeller Center, a place which has been a part of my life one way or the other since I first came to live in NYC in 1971, and when I turned the corner I saw a giant ballerina…

I had heard it was the artist Jeff Koons’ latest, an inflatable nylon sculpture, but nonetheless I approached cautiously…giantesses have inhabited my imagination for decades, after all, being a lover of so many things “femdom”…

She seemed like a sympathetic giantess, so I came closer…

I could almost swear her eyes swiveled to study me as she looked down…perhaps to give me an order, to send me on some bizarre submissive errand… (click to enlarge and maybe you’ll feel that too…?)

But no, all she wanted me to do was promise to be a good boy. Well, I swore I would, as I went along my way! 😉


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Posted by on June 2, 2017 in Femmes Fatale, New York City


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Jessica Simpson and other giantesses of Times Square!

I love taking pictures of girls on giant billboards. Here are a couple of recent ones.

The giantesses loom above us in midtown Manhattan! These are the modern pinups, forty feet high.

Click on the pix to see them even larger.

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Posted by on April 6, 2016 in Erotica, New York City, Times Square


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Femdom Sunday at the New York Post!

The New York Post is a pretty interesting tabloid on Sunday, with lots of well-written reviews and editorials. And this Sunday the paper has a real BDSM, femdom slant. The cover story in the Pulse section is about Anne Hathaway as Catwoman in the new Batman flick, and runs this photo (among several):

On page 3 we learn that women are smarter than men…science proves it:

Batman kneels in front of Catwoman in a comic strip panel reproduced on page 38:

A column about the media fallout from the “mommy porn” bestselling smut sensation Fifty Shades of Grey also runs a leggy shot of Ashley Greene, and talks about the new mainstream interest in BDSM from soccer moms. (And think about it: the triumph of a porn novel written by a woman is a femdom kind of triumph, even though the book is about female sexual submissiveness. As far as I know, no penis-bearing writer has ever hit the top of the bestseller lists with an outright erotic novel.)

And top it all, the Post presents on page 23 the photographic piece de resistance for lovers of giantesses, always a popular femdom sub-fetish: a Getty Images pic of a man crossing his hands near his crotch and standing in a test tube held by an enormous, steely-eyed, analytical woman!

And to think we New Yorkers used to have to go to fetish bookstores to glimpse stuff like this! 😉


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Dreams and mind-games that ladies sell…

My last post got this blog more than three times my usual number of visits, thanks to its re-posting on an adults-only site called Domme Dose at http://dommedose dot com, which deals with such “mind-fuckery” as erotic financial domination–which was the topic of my piece. I was glad to share “Teases & Temptations of the Twitterdommes” there and get the word out about my various jottings whether on this blog or in my erotica ebooks like Learning to Be Cruel, Toes Are For Sucking, and Spell of Dominance–all of which can be readily found when you visit my page on Amazon here. At Domme Dose, I also got some interesting comments from dommes and subs alike about what I said; and since all writers crave feedback on their public musings, this was especially welcome.

The subject of financial domination got me thinking back to the ways in which both mistresses and strippers have manipulated me into spending money over extended periods of time. Without boring you with lengthy and mundane anecdotal details, let me sum up by saying that I’ve realized explicitly in the last few hours that my most skillful “fantasy facilitators” picked up on a very important thing about me: I don’t like to spend money for women’s company, I’m actually ashamed of it, but I view it as a necessary evil in order to interact with the females I am most drawn to.

That's me...wanting something I can only pay to have.

These “commercial” women I’ve known, whether strippers or dommes or call girls–all facilitators one way or the other of my fantasy life–are generally out of my league because of my lack of confidence, savoir faire, wealth, hair, muscles, and youth, and also because of my full supply of bookishness, shyness, and general introversion. I’m not a bad guy, and in fact I am not shy with people I know and am comfortable with–but I have always had trouble clicking with the ladies I most desired, even when I was young and hairier. Ergo–strip clubs and dungeons and incall brothels have been my haunts for a long time.

What the most insightful or clever of my paid distaff companions did was make me feel that I was “more” than a customer, not quite a friend perhaps (because they sensed I was too cynical to fall for that) but something more valuable than just some joe who gave them enough money every couple of weeks to pay their utilities bill.

This feeling of wanting to connect with women who don’t want to connect with me is so deep and primal in my personality than even though I would always consciously remind myself that these “relationships” were not relationships, were shallow acquaintanceships and financial interactions, I stuck around until inevitably they simply played themselves out. I would have a good time and not feel I had wasted my money (well, maybe a little), but there would always be the lingering question, “Why can’t I just find this without paying for it?” Well, I knew the answer: because I didn’t want to. Maybe because I wanted, as the old saying goes, to pay them not for lapdances or roleplay or actual sex, but to leave.

Pulp art not only expressed men's anxieties about gals who sell erotic dreams, but fulfilled those dreams a little too.

Remember the fellas who used to ride behind the victorious Roman generals in triumphal marches, holding the laurel wreath above their heads? Those guys used to whisper in the generals’ ears: “Remember, thou art only a man” in order to remind them not to think of themselves as anything more than that. Even if you conquered friggin’ Gaul with its berserk axe-wielding dudes in pigtails, you were not a god. Similarly, I would have a little guy sitting on my shoulder reminding me, even when I had great times with strippers or dommes or hookers: “Remember, thou art only a customer.” Although sometimes I would make it sound more harsh and say, “Remember, bub, thou art only a trick.”

In a way, the mind games make it impossible for the stripper, domme, or callgirl to ever entirely leave the customer’s head until the “relationship” is ended. I know that the lingering hope that I might get to hang out with a stripper or a domme in the “real world,” like going out together for dinner, kept me entangled with her.

Scoop me in your arms and rock me like a baby...

If, as F. Scott Fitzgerald said, the proof of a first-rate mind is the ability to hold two ideas in it simultaneously, then my mind is razor sharp. 😉 True, the women I spent the most money on did seem to like me to some small degree, even if only in the confines of the club or dungeon. But in my mind I both knew the ladies were manipulating me into believing there was a possibility of more, yet I was able to see the interactions for how limited and hopeless they really were. Perhaps that’s where the body comes into play, the male body with its urges and testosterone; pushing aside the fussy warnings of the observant brain in the quest for yet a few more sensual thrills.

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Posted by on October 20, 2011 in Erotica


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